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... ion of a commander and the serenity of a priestess. Her sharp eyes observed stances, her calm hands adjusted the postures of younger disciples. Every curt nod or soft reprimand carried the weight of ancestral authority. "The willow bends so it does not break," she reminded a trembling novice, her voice like winter frost. "So must your spirit."
Yet beneath her composed exterior, she felt it—a flicker, a ripple, a shiver passing through the bones of the subspace. Subtle enough that only so ...
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